People Call Me the Buddha Ancestor

The Old Heavenly Master spoke in a low voice:

"Another being from the upper realm has entered. This one is extraordinary; I can't quite see through it, so I didn't dare to make a move."

The Enraged sneered:

"He really is a useless coward who only knows how to hide in the shadows and play dirty tricks! Where is that extraterrestrial being? Tell me, and I'll tear him to pieces!"

The Old Heavenly Master snorted, ignoring the Enraged, and instead looked at the Immortal and the Joyful Sinner:

"The people who came this time are truly extraordinary; we may not be able to kill them as easily as we have in the past."

The Joyful Sinner, her eyes alluring, stretched languidly, and a Daoist aura materialized around her, like light and shadow that gathered all the ultimate beauty.

He spoke alluringly:

"A powerful being from beyond this realm. How about we lure Him to the place where the Father God resides, and let the Father God devour Him?"

The Old Heavenly Master still shook his head:

"This guy's intuition is extremely sharp. I have a feeling that if I try to scheme against him, he will definitely sense and detect it."

After a pause, the Old Heavenly Master let out a soft breath:

"Moreover, given this guy's strength, I'm afraid even the four of us combined wouldn't be a match for him."

The projections of the three gods all frowned slightly, and the Enraged spoke in a low voice, producing a clanging sound like metal clashing.

"Then what do you suggest we do? You're the most cunning and shameless of the four of us; you always have some despicable ideas."

The Old Heavenly Master rolled his eyes in exasperation:

"When you're in a rage, can't you just speak properly?"

The Enraged grunted and groaned.

"How can I possibly speak properly? Last time, when those outsiders came, we joined forces to kill them, and I paid the heaviest price. But what was the result?"

He grew angrier with each word, and in the projected vision, countless phantoms of swords and spears appeared and clashed, with the echoes of war reverberating in the air.

The Enraged roared:

"In the end, you stole the greatest benefit, you stole that thing called the Heavenly Position, and you even went to the Father God's sleeping place to play the role of some kind of Heavenly Master. Bah!"

The Old Heavenly Master's expression was extremely grim:

"Furious! If it weren't for me, with your pig-brain, you would have been slaughtered by the endless stream of extraterrestrial beings long ago. And now you're blaming me for taking too much?"

As the argument between the two escalated, the Immortal, whose body was covered in maggots, slowly and deliberately spoke:

"Okay, okay, stop arguing."

The Immortal burped and continued:

"Let's deal with the extraterrestrial beings first. Since the Weaver said that even the four of us working together might not be a match for him, then in the end, there's only one way."

"Lure him before the Father God."

The Old Heavenly Master glared fiercely at the Enraged, then looked away and spoke in a low voice:

"Disaster!"

"There's always a way, isn't there?" The Joyful Sinner yawned and licked his lips.

"How about I go see him and see if I can make him fall into pleasure?"

"Go ahead and try to die," the Old Heavenly Master said bluntly. "This guy isn't like the last extraterrestrial being; he's not so easy to lure."

The Joyful Sinner curled his lip, then, as if remembering something, asked:

"By the way, what about the last extraterrestrial being?"

"Oh, her! I lured her soul to a new life, and now she thinks she is my disciple. I have sent her to the place where the Father God resides."

As he spoke, the Old Heavenly Master wearily rubbed his temples:

"I'd better think carefully about how to deal with this troublesome guy."

Far, far away.

Zhang Fusheng sat quietly in the alley, his thoughts immersed in the divine realm, in Gate of the Past of the Eight Sceneries Palace.

He was peering through the crack in the door at the scene within the Gate of the Past —since his Ascension to Divinity.

When observing one's past self, the perspective can be broadened to a distance of thousands of miles.

Then.

He could see and hear everything that was being discussed in the Heavenly Master Hall.

"That's even more interesting."

Zhang Fusheng murmured expressionlessly, stroking his chin:

"This Old Heavenly Master —this the Weaver, the celestial position he sits on seems to be the [Celestial Master's position], probably derived from Zhang Daoling, one of the Four Celestial Masters of the old world, the patriarch of Dragon Tiger Mountain."

"The disguise is quite impressive. If it weren't for the Gate of the Past, even I would have been fooled."

As Zhang Fusheng murmured, his gaze grew increasingly profound, and a smile appeared on his face.

This world, this universe, is far more complex than we imagine.

Four revered beings wielding some great power, and above their heads... Father God?

"So, what exactly is this Father God?"

"Is this the thing that makes my heart flutter?"

Zhang Fusheng squinted, but showed no concern whatsoever—this was merely his true spirit form.

Even if they perish or vanish, half of their true spirits still reside in Different Dimension.

At that time, with some time, the true spirit entrusted to the Great Void can still be reassembled.

As long as neither of my two True Spirit Body perishes at the same time, I will be unharmed.

With this thought, Zhang Fusheng turned his attention away from the outside world, rose from the alley, and murmured to himself:

Let me see what's going on.

On a flight bound for Great Treasury Land.

Zhang Xuelan and her Junior Disciple Brother were each sitting in first class, resting with their eyes closed.

Time passed slowly, and the plane began its descent— the Great Treasury Land, we had arrived.

"Wake up."

Zhang Xuelan shook her Junior Disciple Brother awake, and after the plane taxied to a stop on the runway, she stood up.

Neither of them had any luggage, so they walked straight to the cabin door and waited quietly for it to open.

"I've heard there's a magnificent Buddhist palace in the Great Treasury Land; we should definitely go check it out."

The Junior Disciple Brother chuckled and spoke:

"Senior sister, Master told us to find that thing, but why didn't he tell us exactly where to look?"

Zhang Xuelan shrugged:

"Since Master didn't explain it clearly, there must be a reason behind it. We just need to..."

Her voice abruptly stopped, and she stared intently at the noisy crowd in the cabin.

The Junior Disciple Brother looked up curiously, his pupils contracting sharply as well—in the crowded throng, stood a handsome young man dressed in monk's robes.

It was him??

But when did he board the plane?

Both of them felt a chill run down their spines, especially Zhang Xuelan, whose hair stood on end.

Is it a coincidence, or...?

Just then, the hatch opened, and Zhang Xuelan grabbed her Junior Disciple Brother's arm, hurrying away, her pace quickening as she walked, turning back every few steps.

Once she was out of the airport and confirmed that the handsome young man hadn't followed her, Zhang Xuelan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The Junior Disciple Brother next to him blinked:

"Senior sister, that person is strange, but do we really need to run away like this? We're from Dragon Tiger Mountain, shouldn't we be the ones chasing after him?"

Zhang Xuelan glared at her Junior Disciple Brother, clearly annoyed.

"At this critical juncture, we mustn't cause any unnecessary trouble. That monk is rather strange; it's best to avoid him—Master said the Weaver has already infiltrated!"

The Junior Disciple Brother shrank his neck:

"You mean that monk was the Weaver? How could that be? The Weaver can transform into countless forms. If he were really following us, how could we possibly recognize him?"

He muttered to himself as he and Zhang Xuelan hailed a taxi. As soon as they got in, their expressions changed again.

The driver, dressed in monk's robes, had a handsome face and was speaking gently:

Where are you two planning to go?

The Junior Disciple Brother felt a chill run down his spine. Zhang Xuelan suppressed the urge to lash out, her heart pounding.

After a moment of silence, she sat in the back seat, staring intently at the driver's back, and spoke in a dry voice:

"Go to the Great Buddha Palace."

The Great Buddha Palace in the Great Treasury Land is presided over by a very powerful Buddhist monk, comparable to the old monster of Shaolin, second only to my master.

"OK."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and agreed, then stepped on the gas, and the taxi sped off.

Seeing that the car was indeed heading towards the Great Buddha Palace, Zhang Xuelan and her Junior Disciple Brother relaxed slightly.

But I'm still on edge—some of the events leading up to this were too bizarre and terrifying!

The monk, dressed in his robes, spoke gently as he drove:

"Have you two heard of the Four Outer God?"

The Junior Disciple Brother suddenly sat up straight, while Zhang Xuelan slightly bent over, clearly gathering her strength, and spoke in a deep voice:

"We know. But who exactly are you, and why are you following us?"

She cut to the chase, choosing to be direct and prepared for a fight.

The monk merely smiled and did not answer, but continued to press for an answer:

"I've heard that above the four Outer God, there is a Father God —do you two know what that is?"

The Junior Disciple Brother began to tremble, his hair standing on end, and he curled up in the car seat. Zhang Xuelan, who was beside him, was silent for a moment, then answered in a low voice:

"Naturally, it is subspace."

"What space?" Zhang Fusheng asked in surprise. "Does the guest mean that the Father God of the Outer God is not a living being?"

Zhang Xuelan frowned. Was this person pretending to be stupid, or...?

She nodded cautiously and asked again:

"So, who exactly are you?"

"Oh, do you know about the Buddhist Sect?" Zhang Fusheng asked with a smile.

Zhang Xuelan's lips twitched:

"Of course I know."

This universe has no myths or legends—or rather, no real myths or legends.

But all three religions exist, and the gods they worship are those who usurped the throne.

The monk nodded, slammed on the brakes, and the taxi came to a smooth stop in front of the Buddha Palace.

He then calmly said:

People usually call me Buddha Ancestor.

When her Junior Disciple Brother coughed violently, Zhang Xuelan's eyelids twitched.

This is not funny.

Before she finished speaking, her gaze suddenly sharpened, she grabbed her Junior Disciple Brother, shoved open the car door, and in a flash, she appeared in the Great Buddha Palace!

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief. The master of the Great Buddha Palace was a terrifying being who was close to the level of Outer God!

They looked toward the taxi—and sure enough, the strange monk hadn't followed. Instead, he hummed an unknown tune and sped away.

Zhang Xuelan breathed a sigh of relief.

Beside him, the Junior Disciple Brother wiped away his sweat:

"Senior sister, who exactly is that guy? I'm still sweating bullets."

Zhang Xuelan shook her head, her pert nose wrinkling slightly:

"First, go see the Grand Buddha Palace Master, explain the situation to him, and request that he send someone to investigate."

"Um!"

The two found a monk in the Great Buddha Palace, presented him with the jade disc from Dragon Tiger Mountain, and explained their purpose.

Led by the monks, we passed through the crowd of tourists and went straight into the rear hall of the Great Buddha Palace.

In the rear hall, Prayer Flags flutter on both sides, and three large Buddha statues are enshrined in the center Great Sun Tathagata Buddha on the left, and a Great Compassion Bodhisattva on the right.

In the very center is a statue of the Buddha, Buddha Ancestor from the Buddhist Sect.

Before the three Buddha statues, an old monk sat cross-legged, turning golden prayer beads in his hands.

"Heavenly Monk!"

Zhang Xuelan quickly pulled her Junior Disciple Brother along and bowed, explaining the purpose of their visit. After a pause, she continued:

"Besides being ordered by my master to search for the [Primal Human Ancestor] hidden in the Great Treasury Land, there is another matter."

She recounted the strange monk she had just encountered.

The aged and decrepit Heavenly Monk slowly turned around, his brows slightly furrowed:

"A monk. Benefactor Xuelan, later you will have a portrait of that monk made, and then I will have someone search for him and find out what's going on."

Zhang Xuelan breathed a sigh of relief, clasped her hands together, and said:

"Thank you, Heavenly Monk."

"No problem."

The Heavenly Monk spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I am an old friend of Zhang Tianshi, so the affairs of Dragon Tiger Mountain are my affairs."

After a moment's pause, he frowned and said:

"As for the Primal Human Ancestor mentioned by Benefactor Xuelan, this old man is not quite sure if you are certain that he is buried in my Great Treasury Land."

"Sure."

Zhang Xuelan nodded and spoke in a deep voice:

"At least, that's what Master said."

The Heavenly Monk's brows furrowed even more deeply.

"I do know that something is indeed buried in the Great Treasury Land, but how could it be the body of the Primal Human Ancestor?"

Zhang Xuelan was a little confused. She glanced at her Junior Disciple Brother, who was looking around curiously, and quickly asked:

"Heavenly Monk, what was originally buried in the Great Treasury Land?"

The Heavenly Monk frowned in thought, and after a long while, he finally spoke:

"There are indeed bodies and remains buried, but they shouldn't belong to the Primal Human Ancestor —they are four Outer God corpses."

"An Outer God corpse?" Zhang Xuelan was even more confused. "I don't understand."

The Heavenly Monk frowned, pondered for a moment, and then waved his hand.

The monks and lamas inside the hall quietly withdrew, making sure to close the hall doors behind them.

As the door closed, the flames in the candlesticks on both sides flickered violently under the wind pressure.

The candlelight cast long shadows on the Prayer Flags, making them appear somewhat eerie.

Wait until the candle flame dies down.

The old monk then spoke in a deep voice:

"The Great Buddha Palace, Dragon Tiger Mountain, and Shaolin each suppress three directions, while my Great Treasury Land suppresses four extraterrestrial Outer God corpses of extraordinary origin."

"An Outer God corpse is also buried beneath Shaolin."

"As for Dragon Tiger Mountain, it is the central location of this planet, responsible for resisting the four Outer God."

Zhang Xuelan and her Junior Disciple Brother listened attentively.

The former couldn't help but ask:

"What kind of Divine Corpse is buried in the Great Treasury Land?"

"It's a long story."

The old monk spoke in a low voice, and with a casual wave of his hand, a sheet of white paper appeared in the air and landed in front of Zhang Xuelan:

"Draw a picture of that strange monk first. Then I'll explain everything to you slowly."

"Yes, Heavenly Monk."

Zhang Xuelan picked up her brush and painted the handsome monk from her memory, listening to the Heavenly Monk's gentle voice as she painted.

The old monk said:

"The origins and ages of the Four Divine Corpse are unknown, they are terrifyingly ancient. There are rumors that the power of the Four Outer God comes from these four Divine Corpse."

"As for the Father God of the four Outer God, that subspace, according to ancient legends, originated from the divine Divine Corpse suppressed beneath Shaolin. But I digress."

After a short while,

The old monk continued speaking:

"Those four Divine Corpse all left behind divine names. One of them is called the [Joyful Buddha Corpse], which is suspected to be related to the Joyful Sinner."

"One is the Bodhi Buddha Corpse, which is suspected to be the source of the power of the Monarch of Ten Thousand Changes —that is, the Weaver."

"The remaining two are called the Western Extreme Gouchen Emperor Corpse and the Southern Extreme Changsheng Emperor Corpse. In ancient legends, they are the source of power for the Enraged and the Immortal, respectively."

The monk's words echoed in the Great Buddha Palace, and at that moment, Zhang Xuelan's painting was completed.

She listened intently, her mind reeling, and handed the scroll forward.

The Heavenly Monk glanced at it, and his expression turned ugly.

"Heavenly Monk?" Zhang Xuelan asked, puzzled.

The old monk paused for a moment, then his voice turned cold and hard:

"Are you making fun of this old man, benefactor?"

A faint aura of Buddhist power wafted through the hall, making Zhang Xuelan's breathing difficult, and she spoke with a dry voice:

"Heavenly Monk, I don't understand."

The Heavenly Monk remained silent, only pointing to the handsome monk in Zhang Xuelan's painting, and then to what was behind him.

Zhang Xuelan looked in the direction the Heavenly Monk pointed—it was the Buddha Ancestor in the center of the three large Buddha statues.

She suddenly froze.

It was at this time that

She then realized—the handsome monk she had drawn was exactly the same as the image of Buddha Ancestor!

A wave of immense terror washed over him.

Especially when the Buddha statue raises its eyelids and nods with a smile, the sense of dread reaches its peak!!

Zhang Xuelan's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.